Wit Is The Fruitful Womb Where Thoughts

Nature Has Left This Tincture In The Blood, That All Men Would Be Tyrants If They Could.

An Englishman Will Fairly Drink As Much As Will Maintain Two Families Of Dutch.

She Is Always Married Too Soon, Who Gets A Bad Husband, And She Is Never Married Too Late, Who Gets A Good One.

Necessity Makes An Honest Man A Knave.

Not The Man In The Moon, Not The Groaning-board, Not The Speaking Of Friar Bacon's Brazen- Head, Not The Inspiration Of Mother Shipton, Or The Miracles Of Dr. Faustus, Things As Certain As Death And Taxes, Can Be More Firmly Believed.